Over on the outskirts of the festival, Deacon and Gunnar form a two-person Club of the Rejected, a club for which I would happily record the minutes of every meeting if it meant I could gaze into their two dreamy faces instead of my computer screen the whole time. (Deacon would have no use for my notes anyway. He can barely text!)
Deacon and Gunnar both emerge as solo artists on a privately owned riverfront stage bordering the festival. This is a huge deal for Deacon's character, obviously -- he's played for other people his whole career -- but I quite liked the symmetry of the two performers as if they were both starting out as amateurs.
Hey, Rayna should sign them both to her label! Well, Deacon, definitely. Aw, what the hell, why not both? Gunnar knows how to do "that Tweetering thing." So it's pretty much a win-win.
Scarlett is being super annoying about Gunnar and Zoey's new relationship, which both of them insist to her is a real thing. I still think it's clear she's in love with Gunnar and that's why she's so upset, but she gives Zoey some spiel about how "Being a good girl suited you a lot better," and how maybe Scarlett was stupid to think Zoey could come to Nashville and be her best friend (even though they've been best friends for 20 years?!), and ZZZZZ. Zoey gets more gorgeous every time she's on-screen. That's my biggest takeaway from this mess tonight.
Look at the outline of her hair here! Divine.
Meanwhile, Deacon hilariously insists on staying out of all this love triangle nonsense by brusquely advising Gunnar, "Don't crap where you eat." He would know!
Loose, Gorgeous Connie Britton Wave of the Night:
More like loose, gorgeous wave of the smile and eyes (smize) -- which were signaling to Deacon "I still love you!" if he ever looked over during his performance.
So, what'd you think of "Tomorrow Never Comes"? Did Will or Peggy die?
And did you really expect me to not comment that in scenes from Jan. 15's next new episode....
....the paint thrown on Juliette resembles -- you guessed it! -- a thong? (Barely. I know.)
This show is pure madness. I love it.